"Have you taken from the Marquis of Lorraine's house what doesn't belong to you, with your master......'s permission?

“.......”

Julian Clamel was a little stunned, the Clamel family was a family of thieves, but it would be a bit inappropriate to say that we were shameless.

"We ...... With the permission of the Chevalier family, Viscount Beauno Chevalier invited us to ......."

"Fart, how can Bono be qualified to represent Chevalier? Also, even if Bono invited you, then what you found does not belong to your Clamel family, does Bono allow you to take out this manuscript and sell it?"

Julian Clamell didn't speak, his eyes wandering away from Charles.

"Don't make a mistake, I don't guarantee that my craftsmanship is so good every time, if you cut it a little, it will bleed, and the bleeding will kill people......"

Charles' sword was attached to a mouse-shaped object that had just undergone a skin and hair removal operation, and the cold of metal penetrated through his skin, transmitting an eerie chill to Julian Clamell's consciousness.

"I said ......"

"We found a chest in the wall of the secret room of the Marquis of Lorraine's house, and the box was so strong and precise that no one could open it, so we took it away....... Later, I secretly opened it and took out the manuscript...... "Under Charles's threat, Julian trembled and told the truth.

"Didn't you say it couldn't be opened? Also, where did you get the box? Where is it now?"

Charles pressed a little his hand, and the tip of the sword pierced a little bit of skin, giving Julian Clamel a little irritation.

"My unlock...... Always the best, the box is ...... now ...... at Wembley Castle"

“........”

"Wembley Castle!"

Charles's face turned cold, Wembley Castle belongs to the property of the Flensian royal family, is the castle of the crown prince Wembley Augustine, if Julian Crummel is true, then this matter is really dominated by the royal family.

"You proposed to kill an eighth-rank transcendent at the trade fair, who is that person?"

“.......”

Julian Clamell's expression was very tangled, but when Charles made a cut directly on the inside of his thigh, he peed his pants and said it all neatly.

Julian Clamell was not killed by Charles, but by his brother, Claydon Clamell.

As for why did the younger brother kill his own brother?

It's all about money!

The Clamel family is a famous thief family in the Kingdom of Florens, although they do not have many family members, their transcendent rank is not very high, and the reputation of thieves is not very good, but they have a strange talent for "treasure hunting" for treasure.

The entry-level name of the thief system is "treasure hunter", and the Kramel family relied on this treasure hunting talent, which is the easiest to make a windfall, and amassed an incalculable wealth in nearly a hundred years, becoming one of the richest families in the entire Flensian kingdom.

The patriarch of the modern family of Clamell, Nirma Clamell, is very old, and over the years has had the idea of relinquishing the family power, and his successor is between his two sons, Julian Clamel and Claydon Clammel.

"Damn Claydon, he deceived my father and took away a lot of the secrets in the family's possession to curry favor with His Royal Highness Wembley, my father is old and has no way to take him, but I am not reconciled to ......"

"This time, Claydon found the secret treasure chest of the Marquis of Lorraine for His Royal Highness Wembley, and if it is of great value, His Highness Wembley will definitely support Claydon to become the patriarch of the Clamel family, and when he becomes the patriarch...... I'm either going to leave Nasser and wander, or I'm going to die......."

"So I can't let them succeed, I secretly opened the treasure chest and took the most important manuscript, hehehe, they are still worried about how to open the chest!"

Julian Clamell became emotional as he spoke, and his hands waved as if he couldn't even sense the cold blade between his legs.

"Will the royal family interfere directly with the succession of the patriarch of your Clamel family?" "Charles remembered his situation, feeling a little similar to that of Julian Clamell, the poor creature.

"Of course, the Clamells have always been the treasures of the royal family, do you think that all the wealth we find is our own? hehehe! The royal family is the biggest thief! We search for treasures for them, we search for the privacy of the powerful for them, we steal the handles of the ministers for them......."

“........”

Charles' sword swung through Julian Clamell's clothes, picking up the gray ring, "How did you choose this item?

"I....... I sensed the secret, the secret that I couldn't fathom ......."

Julian Clamel saw Charles pick up the black "Ring of Bells" with his sword, his eyes flickered a few times, and he was very unwilling, but because of the claw thorns that the little tiger cat always placed on his eyelids, he didn't dare to resist at all, but moved his lower waist slightly and pressed down a belonging.

Charles raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Do you know what is the most unwilling thing for a money-greedy person?"

“.......”

Julian Clamell's whole face was tangled, he knew that he was going to lose what he was doing, and that the masked man in front of him was more greedy for money than he was.

"The most unwilling thing for a money-grubber is ....... People are dead, and the money is gone!"

"But someone else spends your money for you, and someone else lives in your house......."

"Your wife has someone else for you X, and your son will call someone else's father!"

Charles looked at Julian Clamel with contempt, babbling his nerves.

“........”

"You can't kill me...... I've said everything....... You can't live without integrity........"

Julian Clamell was stunned, then suddenly, and finally angrily struggling.

However, the tiger cat does not have the ability to judge complex emotions, and Julian Crummel resisted a little more, and he thrust his paw into the eye socket of his target as Charles had already commanded.

"Ah...... Please........"

Julian Clamell's right eye began to spurt blood, and in the intense pain, all his rising thoughts of resistance turned into weak pleas for mercy.

"Please...... My money can be spent on you, my wife can give you X, my son can call you father, but please don't kill me......."

"Phew, your wife....... I can't look at it!" Charles spat and waved the sword in his hand.

"No ......."

"Poof!"

The sword flashed, and the sharp blade sliced through Julian Clamell's throat and carotid artery, forcibly cutting off all his unwillingness.

"From the day you went into someone else's house to steal something, it was doomed to the current result, not only you, but your brother, Bono, and ........ All going to die!"

Charles flipped over Julian Clamell's still twitching corpse with his sword, picked up a leather bag he had tried to hide, and opened it to see that it was full of messes, and the twenty or so rolls of red Franco's bills stood out.

"10,000 gold louis, this should be the top major case of the year in Nasser......! It's so cool!"

Ten thousand gold louis is a huge amount of money for any magnate, otherwise Cousin Linar would not have gathered so many extraordinary people in the middle of the night to pursue this Julian Clamell, this money is too timely for the current Charles.